After a long, and tiresome journey from Atlantic City to Krainz Woods, the crew finally arrived at their destination. Following directions given to Tek by a local young blood back in the Jerz, the 4 men found themselves smack dab in the center of the hood. This was no safe place for 4 african american men to be, especially in a Cadillac Escalade with 22 inch rims. Chances are, Krainz Woodz was home to a street gang, and everyone knows that stepping on another gang's turf, can get you killed. Whether it was his inner rage consuming him, or his experience with 15 years inside, TJ had no doubts or worries about rolling through the Woodz.

Lowering the music in the car, TJ looked over in Tek's direction, "Aite nigga, bust out them grips." Tek nodded and smiled as he reached down, and underneath the seat. Retrieving the heavy briefcase, he slid it up in between his feet, and popped each latch. Before opening it, TJ caught something out of the corner of his eye, "5-0 chill wit' that shit.." he said quickly as Tek non-chalantly leaned back, and gently kicked the case back under the seat.

TJ raised the music back up, as the cop slowly approached the Escalade from the other side of the road. As he crept by, he threw on his lights, nearly making TJ's heart stop: He just got out, and had no desire to go back in. The cop slammed on the gas, and sped off in the opposite direction. Reaching again for the music, TJ pressed mute, "Fuck the Jake...they ain't got shit on us." The 4 men laughed, as Tek reached back under the seat, and continued where he had left off.

[ Gearing Up ]

Taking the weapons out, 1 by 1, Tek jammed a loaded clip of ammo into each Tek-9. He turned around, and handed an smg to Chill, then G-Loc, each smilling back at Tek once receiving their new piece. "Ey, Tek, so where these niggas be chillin?" TJ said referring to the tip they got on his brothers' potential killers. Cocking the machine gun in his hand, Tek spoke over the metal slide, "Them cats said the Crips hold down a block 'round here called Carver Square." TJ had purchased a map at a gas station a couple hundred miles back, but it was strictly for roads. As the Escalade crusied the streets of Krainz Woodz, TJ figured they would have to ask someone where this place was located. Coming to a red light, a banged up civic pulled next to their car. TJ dropped the passanger window, as Tek lowered his weapon onto his lap, but kept his finger on the trigger just in case.

TJ leaned over the middle console, resting his right elbow on the arm rest. "Ey...Ey!" TJ shouted but got no response. The civic was driven by an older man, who posed no serious threat. The window was rolled up, and he couldn't hear TJ's call. Just as the light was about to turn green, TJ beeped the horn and caught the man's attention. He cautiously rolled down the window with a puzzled look on his face. "Ey, how we get to Carver Square?" The man shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Never heard of it..." then sped off.

TJ sat at the light for a second as the civic ripped off the stop line. He looked at Tek, and started to pull away. "Nigga you shore they a place called Carver Square?" Tek nodded his head 3 or 4 times, "Yea, one hundred percent. Them cat's back home wouldn't lie to me. They no bette'" TJ had to find somewhere they could stop, and ask directions, but that probably wasn't going to happen. It was getting close to 12:30 in the morning, and let alone being in a hood you don't know, getting out of your car is straight up suicide; no matter how much heat you have on you.

[ What up Ghandi? ]

After about 25 minutes of left and right turns, TJ stumbled upon a brightly lit gas station. He signaled into the far right lane, and pulled into the Mobil. "Ya'll niggas chill her'. I'm gon' see what the dill is." TJ said as he put the Escalade in park, and jumped out the door. Tek reached forward to the mp3 player, and cranked the volume. The sub-woofers in the trunk vibrated everything in a 20 foot radius. Before TJ stepped into the gas station he turned around, and smiled at Tek through the windshield.

The small convience store contained nothing out of the ordinary: Snacks, beverages, car maintenance supplies, and probably a camera. Thinking on his feet, TJ was about to enter the store, but quickly pulled his hand off the handle and turned around. It was incredibly smart on his part, seeing that if Carver Square was close by, and if the police did investigate the potential drive-by, that they would question the clerk.

Luckily, there was a small hindu man pumping gas at one of the pumps. He had finish filling up his car, and walked over toward the entrance of the shop. TJ can tell the man was nervous, as he thought to himself, "Great, this mo'fucka probably don't even speak English". He smiled politely at the customer, and began to speak "What up Ghandi, You tell me how to get to Carver Square." TJ stood patiently as the man listened to what he said. The man coincidentally turned over his shoulder, and raised his arm pointing in the opposite direction. "You go up that hill back here, and take a left at your first light. That will be Carver Square," the man replied in a deep middle eastern voice. TJ nodded his head, "Aight thanks my nigga..stay up", and threw up the peace sign.

[ Time to Work ]

TJ strolled back toward his car, keeping an eye on his surroundings. He kept one hand behind his back tightly holding onto a tucked away Glock 19. Tek lowered the music, as TJ entered the Escalade. "What's good?" Tek said as cigarette smoke poured out of his mouth. Before sitting down, TJ grabbed his glock from his lower back, and placed it in front of him. TJ hesitated a second before answering back, "Strap up mo'fucks, its time to punch in.."

Jamming the Cadillac in reverse, then stepping on the gas, TJ flew through the small parking lot. The suspension on the new SUV handled incredibly. Flying through a small rural area in the direction the gas attendant pointed, the tires bounced in and out of massive pot holes: Causing TJ's Glock to rise and fall accordingly in his lap.

"Aite fellas, keep a look out fo' these crip niggas. They gon' be sportin' anythin' blue. First cats we see, we lay 'em the fuck out to send a message. Ya heard?"

[ Target Acquired ]

Reaching the top of the small hill, a rusted green sign was illuminated by the Cadillacs' headlights. It read: Carver Square. TJ grabbed the remote for his sound system and shut it off quickly. They were going to be as stealthy as possible and try not to attract any un-necessary attention. "Keep yo' eyes open..." TJ said as he dropped the 4 windows in the vehicle, drawing a chilly breeze into the cabin.

The streets were littered with all sorts of garbage and it wasn't hard to tell that this was crip grounds. The 4 men scanned the area like hawks; hand on gun, finger on trigger. TJ was begining to have mixed feelings in his head, and was about to roll the windows back up and just say "fuck it" when the silence was broken by Tek. "EY, EY! som' nigga's up her' on the left sportin' blue..." the passanger said as he pointed toward two guys sitting on a bench. Chill, who sat behind TJ, was ready to hang his piece outside the window, when TJ spoke quickly, "Yo ho'd up...we gon' roll by 'em first, then we'll hit 'em on the way back..." TJ sort of moved his eyes left and right, trying not to show weakness to his crew. G-Loc sensed this uneasiness and knew he had to throw some wood on this fire, "Yo TJ, yo' bro woulda' ice'd the mofucka's right thur.."

TJ bit his lip as they rolled by the 2 supposed crips, making sure to get out of sight before turning around. The car fell quiet as they popped a u-turn, and started back down the road. TJ saw the two seemingly still silhouettes at the bottom of the hill, but paid no attention to them. There was one thing that he kept his focus on: a blue bandana tied tightly around one of their heads.

[ Aim fo' the Head! ]

The car was gliding down the hill as everyone in the car got mentally, and physically prepared to do a drive-by shooting. The 2 men sat on a bench maybe 50 yards ahead to the right as TJ felt his heart begining to pump hardly. It wasn't a nervous feeling, more of an adrenaline rush energizing his body. Tek would probably have the best shot out of the 4 men, so TJ depended heavily upon him, "Tek, yo' gon' be the closest to these cats, so I'm countin' on yo' hand and eye nigga.." Now about 15 yards away, there was some movement from the targets. One of them stood up, but no one could make out exactly what he was doing. TJ gently pressed the brakes, and continued to brief his crew. "Loc, yo' ready nigga?" Loc grabbed the weapon, and placed it on the edge of the window, "Drive nigga drive!!".

With those last words, Loc squeezed the trigger of the Tek-9. No one else in the car was ready for this premature action, and was a little thrown off by it. However, it was just seconds before everyone caught on that it was go time. Tek's eyes grew large with rage as he leaned over the window, and hung his arm into the night air. G-Loc surprisingly had a pretty good shot, as a few rounds connected with the man standing, dropping him like a tree. This event sent his partner running for his life in the opposite direction. Chill, who sat behind TJ, quickly climbed half-way out the window resting his ass on the window compartment, and took careful aim at the runner. TJ was almost sure that he would get away, but was notified that he had been killed when the hot bullet casings from Chill's gun stopped bouncing all over the roof of the car.

"You get 'em?!" TJ said frantically as the noise progressed to an eery silence. Chill was climbing back in when he replied "What yo' think foo'. I'm an ice cold mo'fucka!" Both men lay sprawled out, in small pools of blood, which quickly began to fill with each last beat of their dying hearts. Flooring the accelerator, the Escalade dipped back down the hill toward the gas station they stopped at, and disappeared into the night.

[Requests:]-Death of 2 Crip Gang members

_________________ You can find us on the corner with stones, quarters, and zones Gotta grind, work, hustle, struggle, and get it Gotta buy, cook it, cut it, sell it, and flip it For only half-a brick Diplomatz 'll blast every nigga in yo' clique And no one is stoppin' 'til they's a jam in tha clip

*BUMP* (I had to post it early bc I couldn't finish it, but it's all set now and wanted some feedback)

_________________ You can find us on the corner with stones, quarters, and zones Gotta grind, work, hustle, struggle, and get it Gotta buy, cook it, cut it, sell it, and flip it For only half-a brick Diplomatz 'll blast every nigga in yo' clique And no one is stoppin' 'til they's a jam in tha clip

[Requests:] -Death of 2 Crip Gang members - Death of 2 Crip Gang members

Award Reasoning/Comments:

"Death of 2 Crip Gang members" - Yes, the two Crip 'gangstas' are now deceased. They lived long, terrible lives full of drugs and trickery. ♪Shame on a nigga, who tried to run game on a nigga♪

Post Critique:

- You had me hooked from the beginning of this great story. I enjoyed this half just as much, if not more, than the first. You do an excellent job. The detail is two thumbs up. Keep up the good work, I'm looking forward to it.

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